Page 213 of Unravelling The Beast

While Wren is catching up with her folks and in deep conversation, I press my hand discreetly into her inner thigh and feel her clench up under my touch.

I remain convincing as I gently nudge her legs apart with my fingers before moving my hand slowly up her thigh and under her skirt, until my fingers reach her exposed pussy.

Hazel suddenly speaks, causing me to look at her.

“So, how old is Cree, Arlo?”

I give a small smile as I respond.

“He’s three; he'll be four soon.”

Wren clutches my wrist tightly with her hand when I force my fingers between her pussy lips and I continue to explore her beautiful cunt in front of her parents.

Hazel swallows her food down with a smile before she speaks again.

“Oh, wow. So he must be starting school soon?”

Wren inhales deeply into the glass of water she holds to her lips as I rub the tips of two of my fingers around her aching clit in a way that she likes, and I notice a small trembling in her legs.

I give Hazel a gentle nod.

“He will be, yeah, he is excited.”

I shift my focus to Phillip, who is gazing down at his food as he eats, completely oblivious to thefact that his innocent daughter is about to fucking come right in front of him.

When Hazel speaks yet again, I look at her.

“It’s such an amazing age! What kind of things is he interested in?”

From the corner of my eye, I see Wren set her glass down with a quivering hand, and in an attempt to calm herself, she rests her head in her palm by placing her elbow on the table.

“Trains mostly, and he is beginning to enjoy art.”

I know for certain that no matter where we are, she can’t fucking resist me, when her hand tightens even more on my wrist, her nails biting into my flesh, and she eagerly widens her legs to give me better access.

I run my fingers down her soaked slit before lightly pressing them into her pussyhole to collect more moisture before returning them to her swollen clit just as Hazel responds.

“Oh, that’s so sweet! What kinds of trains does he like?”

I rub hard and fast, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm, and when I glance her way, her eyes are closed, partly covered with her hand, and she takes her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth.

I give Hazel a small smile as I respond.

“Vintage is his favorite, but he is generally obsessed with any train right now.”

I decide to be a bastard, and I draw my hand away from her aching pussy when I know she’s going to come, which causes her to glance at me with wide eyes.

I raise an expressionless eyebrow at her and when Hazel speaks again, I return my focus to her.

“Wow, that’s so cute. You’ll have to bring him here to meet us one day. We would love to meet him, wouldn’t we, Phillip?”

My eyes move to Phillip when he lifts his head and offers me a smile.

“Of course, now that he will be the sibling of our grandchild, we’re family.”

I observe him before giving a small nod until Hazel speaks, when Wren straightens her back in an attempt to fix herself.

“Are you okay, Wren?”

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